Home

My home is my everything. Do you like your home? Within my home is my family, my pets, technologie, and my bed. My bed wraps me in warmth. My siblings annoy me on days that end in y but they are a part of this thing called home. I love my family even though my parents can be drill sergeants. Home is what you take with you, not what you leave behind. Home is my happy place. My home means a lot to me. At home I feel my dog, my bed, my couch, and my mini sticks. In my house I hear noisy siblings, and dogs barking. I see my TV, video games, and furniture. I smell food being made. I can taste homemade food. Some memories from my home are when my mom and dad first brought my little brother home from the hospital. My home means a lot to me and I've had great memories. In my house my siblings and I have been told to clean up probably 1 million times. My home is comfy as a blanket on a cold winter night. On cold days in the winter or rainy days we will go downstairs to the rec room and play darts, pool, or board games. My home is unique in very different ways that's why I love my home and it is my everything. Homes are worth more than houses, family, pets, technology etcetera. My family is like a circus, my parents can be drill sergeants, but my home is a place where I can be myself and I can come home and wrap up in my bed like a burrito. Wrapped in warm, cozy, comfy blankets at the end of the day, it's night. And my home is my everything.